“Mirror, mirror…” A slow, clear voice intoned.

A swirl of green light emerged in the centre of the mirror’s gleaming frame. It surged forth, raging like a storm. Two long shadows across the cold stone walls and floor as a theatre mask appeared through a thick, cloudy vapour.

A black, high-backed chair - decorated with intricate, gothic patterns - shimmered in the strange light. Clutching the chair’s curved arm was the pale, bony hand of the speaker. She stood, shrouded in a floor-length dress and hood of the deepest black, topped with a shining golden crown. The delicate lace glittered in the half-light which cast her pale skin in an unsettling green hue.

The mask spoke, echoing through the room. The back of her neck prickled.

“What is that which the Queen wishes to be seen?”

“Show me the ‘fairest’ in the land.” Her face seemed to sneer.

The mask faded back to vapour. Another image emerged and a girl appeared in the glass. Her skin was as white as virgin snow, with hair as black as ebony. Her perfect lips were pursed, as though whistling, though no sound was heard.

The Queen watched the girl bend and run her fingers through a pool of clear water. The only sound in the room was the drumming of the Queen’s long fingernails on the carved wooden chair. With a glance around her, the girl sat down on a smooth, polished rock. She kicked off her shoes and delicately peeled the stockings down her legs.

She stood and deftly pulled the zip in the back of her pale blue and white dress. The material sagged and immediately slipped down her body, pooling at her feet. The Queen’s breath caught a little and she couldn’t resist biting down on her lip.

The girl in the mirror was perfect. Her pale skin reflected with a glow in the sunshine; her frame was slender, but shapely, with firm thighs and modest breasts, draped in black hair. She stretched, arching her naked body, letting her hair fall down her back.

The Queen was transfixed by her, tracing the firm lines of her body with her eyes. She stared at the apex of her soft thighs, drawn to the tiny patch of manicured hair. As she stretched, the skin tightened and the Queen licked her lips to see the girl’s tiny, tender nipples raised skyward.

The Queen’s possessed hand slid over her dress and cupped the unbridled heat of her sex. Unable to look away, she found herself rocking her hips against her palm, grinding into her hand as her fingers teasingly rubbed through the fine fabric. She leaned against the chair with her shoulder, letting her other hand circle the solid point of her heavy breast.

The pale girl elegantly entered the water, her skin shining and rippling with the chill. Tiny goosebumps raised her skin. She shivered, rubbing her body with both hands for warmth. She splashed a wave across her chest, stiffening her puckered, pink nipples and drawing a deep, gasping breath.

The Queen groaned and rocked against her fingers, staring at the secret spectacle.

Her lips were pursed sourly, as though reluctant, but she couldn’t hold back. Her long fingers pulled off the crown and she shrugged the dress over her shoulders. Straightening and shimmying, it slid elegantly down, gathering around her feet.

Her body was tight and firm, dominated by ample breasts and a firm, round ass. Her skin adopted a strange pallor in the mirror’s light. She took a second to replace the crown on her head before collapsing back into the chair. Her strong thighs hooked over the chair’s arms and her hand dived between them.

The mirror chuckled.

“Silence, you, or I’ll have you shattered.” Her menace was lost in the quiver that shook her body. “Show me more!”

The mirror’s image shifted. The cold room echoed with the Queen’s approving groan. Filling the clear magical reflection was the girl’s bare, open body. Her slim pale legs were spread wide, her soft fingers holding open her dripping petals as she rubbed furiously. The Queen’s head thrashed against the back of her chair while she rocked against her probing fingers.

“She looks just like me…” she gasped, sinking two fingers deep inside the heat of her core.

Again, the mirror chuckled. The two women held identical poses, obscenely spread and touching. Their whole bodies convulsed and quivered with their fingers’ frantic fumbling. Full, ruby red and thin, pale lips both lolled open with pleasure-ridden groans.

Their eyes wide open, both women seemed to stare into each other as they rode their fingers so brazenly. The Queen’s heavy breasts bounced and danced, while her performer’s modestly jiggled and shook.

The young girl raised a finger and thumb to pinch the peaks of her perky mounds, causing her whole body to arch and shake. The Queen copied her immediately, following her every desperate movement. Both women seized firmly upon their very tips and twisted that pink point, lifting their chests high into the air to crash back down once more.

The mirror gave no sound, but the Queen’s laboured, ragged breath spoke for them both. Together, both women drew closer and closer to their peak, crying out as they held that stubborn, delicious edge of climax until the very last moment.

“Please, please…” The Queen desperately begged her oblivious girl, thrashing as she staved off her impending climax. “I can’t… I want to…”

As though she’d heard, the girl in the mirror gritted her teeth. The Queen gasped with excitement, staring fixedly at the young girl as she roughly sunk her fingers into her sodden folds. Her fingers furiously filled her over and over, her whole body responding. All at once, the two women rushed to that edge, screaming as their open legs shook with that welcome, rushing relief.

The Queen groaned and closed her eyes as the mirror’s light faded and the room returned to blackness.